BJ Swordmaster

Midas Bloorane, the palace's chief, was moving quickly, with nervous eyes.

A fluffy carpet all over the hall. servants bowing their heads and paying their respects whenever they pass by. From side to side, from all over Ballaran to fine art.

It was a place that really suited his noble taste, so I felt like I was the owner of this space when I walked down this street.

God damn it.

But not today.

This is the palace of Ballaran.

Among them, it was the road leading to the king's war.

I didn't expect Holland to end up in the hands of those guys. Where the hell did it come from? Was there anyone in Camilton who deserved it?’

Viscount Holland.

The land that lost its owner was a "working place" that Midas had invested and grown for a long time.

Mohad's seed.

To grow, process, and supply plants called the source of sin.

How many risks did you take to do that.

They joined hands with criminal groups from other countries to reduce risk at all, attracting the Cuelay school, which was neglected by wizards.

If only one of them is found, it would not be strange even if the king's neck is blown away.

I should have done it this time, too.’

Not too long ago.

The king ordered Midas to prepare proper territories.

Midas did not give an exact reason, but he came to a conclusion in his own way.

I thought he was being demoted.….’

Camilton's own author.

It is a land for families who have never heard of it before.

He was ordered to choose a land that would have difficulties in its operation, and the expression of saying so was not so bright.

It was a face that looked like I was decorating something.

Midas chose Holland.

Of course, it was a choice that involved a great deal of risk.

"But I needed a substitute for Holland's self-imposition. There's nothing more dangerous than the land where the lord disappeared.’

Now that I think about it, it was the worst choice.

It would have been better to put it out of the spotlight even if there was no lord.

I was going to keep it a little longer, but I gave up my vital points.

"Let's go together!"

Midas stopped walking.

At the corner of the hallway, a man was seen rushing up.

Earl of Brinkley.

He was one of the nobles who joined hands with Midas.

"What the hell happened?"

"Just as you heard."

"That makes no sense!"

Count Brinkley uttered a silent cry.

This is the way to the king's war. There were ears everywhere to overhear their conversations, and eyes to monitor each and every action.

"Let's move seats. It's not a conversation to have here. I'm afraid I'll cause you concern."

"I don't understand at all. You said it wouldn't be a problem, and in the end, like this...….”

"Count."

"All right, I think it's over."

The Earl of Brinkley looked as if he had been betrayed by someone he believed in.

Midas breathed long and took the lead.

"How can a count of a country be such a lightweight.’

Of course, it's not that I didn't know.

Brinkley was considered the least inferior among the teenage aristocrats.

But I couldn't ignore the overwhelming financial power. The biggest reason I was able to build power in the first place was the shallow pile of gold. Damn it.'

I'm getting annoyed.

The only reason I put Brinkley on the board was the fact that I had been a lot of cash available. I was going to throw it out one way or the other.

But nothing is more important than justification and timing.

The problem broke out too early, if it had been hit after the "appropriate process."

Midas has an obligation to explain and convince Count Brinkley.

All of a sudden.

As we entered the designated space, the outside noise was completely shut off.

It was a space allowed by the palace's chief.

"Can I talk to you now?"

"Count of Brinkley."

"I mean, is that really true? The story of Holland crossing over. In the hands of a family I've never heard or seen!"

"I have two pieces of news. One thing is as you heard. It's not very good news."

"So there's something else?"

"Our assets have not disappeared."

“……?”

Count Brinkley's face has become subtle. What do you mean, assets didn't fly? Nevertheless, it was said that the entire land was taken away.

To his questioned face, Midas brought up something he might want to hear.

"I don't know why, but Camilton is keeping our assets intact. Without reporting."

"…Nobody knows?"

"But you're not sure. But don't you know who your Highness is?"

Joseph Ballaran was such a man.

I didn't care about political devices.

In his view, he punished if he had sinned, and he rewarded if he had made merit.

At least in Ballaran, every word he said was the law.

"…It hasn't spread yet.”

"That's exactly what it is."

"Also, the reason Camilton said he kept the items is...….”

"It's a guess."

Count Brinkley swept his mustache.

Of course, it's not a very pleasing conclusion, but the palace manager's guess was clearly reasonable.

Mohad's seed.

If he found an object whose existence itself was a sinner, he should have reported it to the king immediately. If you didn't, it means you're hoping for sure.

"If you do it.

Brinkley looked at Midas with a more calm look.

"You mean Camilton was greedy for them."

"I'm trying to bring him in on us. You don't even have to cut off a lot. They'll know my subject."

"Is he a guess, too?”

"Yes, but they didn't report it, and they didn't try to contact anyone. Wouldn't it be fair to assume that you're waiting for Won's call?"

"By the way, the head of the palace. Didn't you say the cane collapsed?"

I was talking about the Cuelay school.

Midas was calmly spoken.

"Only one file."

"You said a flock of birds crashed, too, didn't you?”

"He was also a bunch of people who had their heads full. Neither result is significant."

This time I meant a flock of black beaks.

The question is, does Camilton have his own way of beating both of them?

Brinkley smeared his lips as if he couldn't understand.

"Do you know what's behind Camilton?"

"I don't know. You don't have to work hard to figure it out yourself. We'll be waiting the way we are now."

“…….”

"We don't take risks. You can safely watch the situation in the shadows. Things are going wrong. However, all we lose is seeds."

"You know how much it's worth, and you say that...….”

"I know the value of the Earl of Brinkley. That name is no match for a handful of seeds.”

Turn it off.

Brinkley made a sick noise.

The question was, "Wouldn't it be better than losing your family?" And the answer to that was set.

"I will think that the Count took a precious step because he believed in me. I'll be a little further ahead, so don't worry too much about the count."

"But when I went to see you...….”

"It was something else."

Midas drew a line. It was no wonder that he was considering his position as a palace manager.

Count Brinkley nodded slowly.

Things had already happened, and from what I heard, I could sort things out somehow.

"…I'll just trust the head of the palace."

"Don't worry. Isn't that why I was able to join this position without having anything? Also, I've already sent someone to Camilton...….”

'You don't have to worry,' Midas said.

"Principal of the Palace!"

The door burst open, and a familiar face entered.

It is a space where only allowed people can enter in the first place.

Midas felt his chest getting stuffy.

"Prince Taylor."

Just like Brinkley, he was the man who stepped in on this. But the weight in the name was significantly different.

"I wouldn't have been able to be swayed by this kind of situation.’

It seemed that the issue was an issue.

"I'll have to explain it again from the beginning.”

Midas said resignedly, but Duke Taylor shook his head.

"It doesn't matter right now. I'm not here for an explanation. Did you hear who came out of the gates now?"

"…Yes?"

Midas tilted his head.

I'm glad I didn't have to explain, but someone came out of the gate?

The Duke of Taylor sighed as if he knew it.

"Little Camilton came to see you. This is also part of the palace manager's plan, right?”

***

[He's watching this in real time]

[This room;]

[He really turned on the broadcast?]]

[How long has it been?]

As soon as I turned on the broadcast, the viewers flooded in. As it was a real-time broadcasting station that was operated after a long time, it was much more intense than usual.

[Fan ID] sponsored 10,000 won!>

"Oh, my withdrawal symptoms were too severe."

The last name is sponsored by 1,000 won!>

It's not Camilton at first sight, is it? It's a palace, isn't it?”>

[… F''….>

Sponsorship flooded in. It was not a lot of money, but it meant that viewers waited for a long time.

"Nice to meet you. I'm Henry Camilton, your knight."

The viewer count exceeded two thousand.

Henry began to explain the situation.

"It's the same as you can see. I'm in front of the palace, and as I said in the video, I'm here to see you."

If he's the king, isn't he the hot guy?[Laughing]

[So glad to see you]

Are you going to meet the king only? I heard the nobles were doing something back then.

[Wow, he's doing a live]

[We used to do a live broadcast] What I haven't done lately.]

So what did you say in the video? I haven't seen it.]

The audience was constantly flooding in.

Many of them were people who had been watching Henry's broadcasts for a long time, but there were quite a few who had just subscribed.

More than 5,000 people have been introduced since the broadcast stopped.

Of course.

There was someone else who could solve the gap.

[M: Nice to meet you!!!] Nice to meet you!!! Henry Camilton! It's a real medieval news show! First of all, the concept of the broadcast is as follows!]

Poporizang, who came in late, hurriedly posted a chat.

There was no time to say hello to Henry.

The chat room was so confusing.

"Thank you. The new arrivals will be able to explain the situation. As I said earlier, the purpose of the visit to the palace is to see the king, but that would be if there were no other problems."

Henry scanned the palace up and down.

Since the place was a place, the inside could see the busy Mana's movements.

I'm sure there are a lot of people out there who are interested in Henry.

"Someone's coming. It's not the Guard."

"As you all know, I'm an eight-star wizard, Coelay. He is the founder of the Cuelay school, and he remembers the covenant with the predecessor Camilton.….”

"What should I do? Help me? I don't think there's any hostility."

"You're also in a position to do me any good. There are only three things I can do to Cuelay right now."

Speaking to viewers, Henry answered Coelay's question.

"That's all right. I'll deal with it."

"Let me know if you need me. It doesn't hurt to be prepared."

"Thank you for your advice."

Soon there was someone approaching Henry's view.

It was a man dressed appropriately in white and black.

"You're a royal servant. They are servants and others of ordinary aristocrats. Basically, they're all aristocrats, and they're the users of Mana."

The word "servant" seemed to be simply in charge of choreography, but the royal servant was clearly in a different position.

actually

He didn't feel any pressure when he treated the guests of the palace.

"The Minister of the Palace would like to see you, Sir Henry."

the chief of the palace, or the chief of the court

He was in charge of the management of the royal palace, including his servants and guards, and of course, it was very high.

"I'm here to see you, Your Highness."

But now that position doesn't work.

Henry visited to meet the owner of the land.

But the servant was firm. He looked at Henry with an unshakable look, and said in a perfectly businesslike voice.

"It's part of a legitimate process. Come with me."

BJ Swordmaster

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